LEVIATHAN
the supernova
Oh boy, he wondered what he was doing now. She seemed to only grow more curious by the look on her face, and the smile on her lips. Rather than say anything at first, he watched her, allowing himself to look her over. Elegant, soft, someone that seemed more fit for a role in the Day Court as a commoner or caregiver, perhaps some type of healer. All the same, he could only roll his shoulders in reaction to her question, his head shaking a little before he lifted it up and he shifted on massive hooves in to a more comfortable position.
"Natively, no. Only came here a little while ago. Learned about the Day Court and everything, figured I'd fit in here more with the gladiators and brawlers than the other Courts. Not to mention, it was about time I found a place I could call home of some sort." His smile turned in to a small smirk instead, cocking up on his lips as his head turned, his eye focusing elsewhere for a moment, and then roving back as he allowed himself to relax. There was nothing to do, so why not talk a little? Granted, he hoped it wasn't too long of a talk; he wasn't one to linger and chat.
Color him surprised as he turned his titanic body to face her after the point of contact, a lazy gesture to at least keep his attention on her, and maybe a half step forward before he rumbled a laugh. "It happens when you fight most of your life. Winners walk away with just as many scars as losers when it comes to those." He bore plenty of them proudly, as well. Namely the one over his eye and the ones on his face. It was nothing new.
"So what do you do in this Court?" Call him curious. He liked to keep tabs at least on who was who.
"Natively, no. Only came here a little while ago. Learned about the Day Court and everything, figured I'd fit in here more with the gladiators and brawlers than the other Courts. Not to mention, it was about time I found a place I could call home of some sort." His smile turned in to a small smirk instead, cocking up on his lips as his head turned, his eye focusing elsewhere for a moment, and then roving back as he allowed himself to relax. There was nothing to do, so why not talk a little? Granted, he hoped it wasn't too long of a talk; he wasn't one to linger and chat.
Color him surprised as he turned his titanic body to face her after the point of contact, a lazy gesture to at least keep his attention on her, and maybe a half step forward before he rumbled a laugh. "It happens when you fight most of your life. Winners walk away with just as many scars as losers when it comes to those." He bore plenty of them proudly, as well. Namely the one over his eye and the ones on his face. It was nothing new.
"So what do you do in this Court?" Call him curious. He liked to keep tabs at least on who was who.
